Street Hustle lyrics

[Intro]:
I see a lot of muthaf*ckaz talk about getting money
All my life I see n*ggas talk rich and cry broke
I know some of you n*ggas is starving
You know the industry f*cked up right now
Record sales in the toilet
Executives scared to lose they job

[Verse One: Immortal Technique]
You can never hide the truth from Immortal Technique
n*ggas is happy to sell a hundred thousand in the first week
And retailers is right there watching you
You move with extortion, co-op a dollar a unit
The record industry wants a messiah to come again
So they can rape him for his masters and his publishing
How the f*ck n*ggas sell half a million CD’s, but can't sellout S.O.B.s?
While payola play, and I never thought I’d see the day (never)
When Soundscan is stronger than a disc record
And rappers don’t get creative, and just send a mixed message
So f*ck an MC battle, the golden era is gone
I’ll treat you n*ggas like 50, I won't even respond
Put your mom’s in the rape room and shake the b*tch like I'm Saddam
Rush a show and stomp you out during one of your songs
And I’m not a hypocrite because I'm aggressive and violent
I'd be a hypocrite if I was peaceful and silent
And I let em’ get away with the sh*t that they say
But I treat em’ like Clear Channel, making em pay
For talking reckless, f*ck the charm on your necklace
Cause who you down with don’t mean sh*t when you surrounded
And who you gone get when your four pounded
Your not a boss, pus*y, you not even a di-lo
You live in a f*cking fantasy smoking hydro
While me and real n*ggas divide dough
So lie low, and don’t talk to me about disrespecting
Cause even Fat Beats rejected my record
And now major’s wanna sign me again
All the n*ggas I used to know, tryna find me again
I guess eighty thousand sold will do that you f*cking new jack
And i don't need to wear jewelry to prove that
Cause’ three apartments a house and fifty acres will do that
[Hook]
Hardcore, underground, hustlin' in the streets
If you ain't ready to hustle, n*gga you don't eat
And if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldn't speak
Because muthaf*ckas die for this sh*t every week
Hardcore, underground, hustlin' in the streets
If you ain't ready to hustle, n*gga you don't eat
And if you ain't ready to live for this you shouldn't speak
Because muthaf*ckas die for this sh*t every week

[Verse Two]
I'll never be as famous as other rappers in the game is
Because I represent what up against the grain is
Never trust no body minor or major
Cause a persons real religion is their behavior
I can stare into your soul when I look in your eyes
4th branch of the government still telling lies
Fox News and then New York Post is a joke
Nucleus of the yellow journalism yolk
And send someone after me if you don't like me
You'll be the next n*gga to take a bullet for whitey
Like the Latinos and blacks in Iraq who come strapped in a wheel chair
When they come back
Muthaf*ck that I'm Peruvian coke
I can tell if your sh*ts fake
I'm the raw version of the crack on you mixtape
So don't hate on this advice that I sent from the grave
Just remember it before you sign up to be slaves